Merry Christmas

With a tad less emojis this time, please
Thank you
Merry Christmas apparently.
I’m learning daily that life comes without a script
And so
What you see, hear, feel, smell or say is at the mercies of your interpretation
Anything else that anyone tells you is toothless.
The dictionary also calls this “opinion”
Merry Christmas apparently.
I apologize for not doing a piece this time
I just felt that my soul was far from peaceful
Hope, yes. That, I have quite a lot of
Dreams? Good God! Where’s the limit?!
But I may have to wait a little longer to tell the right people all about it
Because sometimes people are out working
Other times, things just don’t work out for people
So this “Merry Christmas”, my father’s house is a little less noisy
..a little less whole
And thoughts drifted to a time when I too will be unable to show up
Because that’s what time does
It tears apart to bring together
A family of my own is a thought that never leaves my mind
And the dreams aforementioned
Motivating and haunting in equal measure
Are waiting to pick a side in my head
Satisfaction or regret
They say the pain leading to the former is better than the resultant agony of the latter
But lying on my bed, with yet another unheard verse I consider a masterpiece
I just don’t know how much I can take
Better still
I don’t know what cards God is holding to His chest
Today we pray
I told my love that Christmas is about gratitude for family growth and we pray for that too
But my friend lost her friend last night
And now I’m back to drawing circles in the soil.

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